Two figures, one in front and one behind, quickly rushed into a dark alley. The only sound in the narrow space was the sound of rapid running.
A man turned a corner and dodged, and Kaxiu chased after him. A cold light suddenly flashed before his eyes, with a hint of red on the blade.
“Boom!”
The burly man was kicked and flew away. The fabric of his clothes rubbed against the rough ground, making a rustling sound.
He stood up with a distorted and painful expression, first glanced at the dagger in the distance, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Then he jumped over the wall and disappeared into the darkness of the block.
At the corner of the street, Kaxiu did not choose to continue chasing. He took a look at his right arm. The clothes on his forearm had been cut open, and a blood line as long as a palm appeared on the skin.
The blood drops that seeped out gradually dyed the cloth next to it red.
It was just a superficial wound, not deep into the flesh. But...
Kaxiu quickly took a few steps forward and picked up the silver-white dagger on the ground. The slightly curved blade looked very thin, and the edge was polished very smoothly. However, it was not poisonous.
Huh... He let out a long breath, and his heart, which had been beating vigorously, calmed down and his breathing gradually returned to normal.
It was impossible for Kaxiu to be immune to the deadly poison with his current physical strength. He would have to practice the Wind Element Secret Martial Arts to a very high level to suppress some of the toxins.
After all, when toxins invade the human body, it is difficult for any living organism to remain unaffected, and negative symptoms are almost inevitable.
However, you can think from another angle. If you can't be immune to the poison on the weapon, then don't try to be immune. Just train your muscles and skin to be as hard as iron, so that the sharp edge of the weapon cannot penetrate your defense. The final effect is actually the same.
There are three different levels of the Elephant Soul Secret Art in the Wind Elephant Secret Martial Arts: Spikes, Insect Bites, and Burning Wind. Every time a practitioner reaches a level, his physical fitness will leap forward. However, Kaxiu has not even reached 30% of the first level of Spikes.
Even so, his physical fitness and strength have been greatly improved. When the two sides fought just now, the assassin who was half a head taller than Kaxiu was actually slightly at a disadvantage. His physical advantage had been completely eliminated by Kaxiu's training of the Elephant Soul Secret Technique, and he was even pulled away by Kaxiu in the opposite direction.
Kaxiu's muscle strength should be much higher than that of the burly man. If he cultivates the Elephant Soul Secret Art to the first level of spikes, or even the second level of insect bites, then his body will have no problem defending against a dagger, and maybe a less powerful pistol...
Kaxiu patted the dust off his hands and stopped daydreaming. He pressed his hand on the wound and walked away quickly.
"Next time, be sure to carry a dagger with you..."
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The next day, white clouds floated in the azure sky. A ray of sunlight shone through the golden-edged gap, and the roofs of the gray and white buildings and the leaves of the shrubs began to sparkle.
Jessica Apartment, 25 Citi Street, Shirakawa City.
On the fourth floor, a sunny room.
The light blue embroidered curtains blocked most of the sunlight, with only a ray of light shining in through the gap. On the white floor tiles, a long rectangular strip of gold cut through the room. The brown sheets were also gradually heated by the sunlight, ironing and warming.
On the bed, a sharp-edged face with eyes closed. He was not very handsome, but there was an inexplicable resolute temperament flowing between his eyebrows.
Suddenly, a series of clear bird calls were heard outside the window.
"Hmm?" Kaxiu opened his eyes, his expression a little confused.
He had just dreamed that he had turned into the original Levi. On that rainy night, Finn and his two gangsters tore Li Chu's clothes. He huddled in the corner like a coward, shaking with the roar of thunder.
"What bad luck!" Kaxiu cursed inwardly and got up.
He is not the original Levi. Kaxiu did all the things that the coward Levi dared not to do in the retrospective era.
Beat him up! Save me, beat him up again!
If it weren't for the restrictions, Kasu would have wanted to kill someone.
He always believed that people come to this world not to be submissive. Blindly giving in will only push oneself to the edge of the cliff. In the youth training camp incident, Kaxiu lived the way Levi wanted to live, and he did what Levi wanted to do most.
And these are not only what Levi wants to do, but also what Kashu wants to do. Even if that retrospective era may be just an illusion, a past history that cannot be influenced, Kashu still wants to let out a sigh of relief, for Levi, for Li Chu, and for himself.
Of course, the premise of all this is that the fist is strong enough. I earned 70,000 federal coins yesterday, which I used to buy medicinal materials this morning.
I stood up, walked to the window, and opened the curtains. The bright sunlight suddenly spread, sweeping away the shadows in the white room.
I opened the window and breathed in some fresh air. The sunlight fell on the sparse green vegetation below, revealing a verdant luster.
Next to Jessica's apartment is a camphor road with two rows of tall trees that are lush and strong, rustling in the wind.
In the parking space at the edge, five or six black cars with goldfish mouths were parked, and the roofs of the cars were covered with branches and fallen leaves that had accumulated overnight.
"Happy Holy Bath!" "Happy holidays!" "… "
Downstairs, on the street, a long procession slowly came over here, with the leaders wearing traditional clothes. The women wearing black gauze headscarves were all young and beautiful, with one hand holding a flower basket and the other hand scattering petals.
Among the crowd following behind, some held religious symbols such as crosses, some held white ribbons and flowers, and some played musical instruments. There were about a hundred people in total.
Residents on both sides also lined the streets to welcome the guests, and some even deliberately stood where the petals were being thrown, letting the white petals fall on their heads.
This is the Holy Bath Festival, a national festival of the Red Lebanese Federation. Originally a religious festival, it gradually became universal.
Here women sprinkle white petals on people's heads, which is actually to imitate the process of bathing people's whole body with holy water to take away sins and filth. In short, it carries a good meaning.
Adults like it very much, and children like it very much too.
Because the school will be closed for one day on Holy Bath Day.
Also, no homework can be assigned on this day.
In Jessica's apartment, Kaxiu simply washed up in the bathroom, then put on his clothes and walked down the stairs.
A fat old lady in floral clothes came towards us. She had gray hair, read glasses, and was leaning on a cane.
"Hello, Mrs. Jessica."
Kaxiu waved, this is the landlady of the apartment.
"Ah... Okay... Mr. Dimitrios."
Mrs. Jessica was stunned for a moment before replying. She turned her head to look at Kaxiu's back, seeming to be frowning and thinking about something.
Everyone in the apartment knows that Mrs. Jessica has amnesia...
So Kaxiu didn't care what name she replied.
P.S. Seeing so many readers responding, I feel much better. I will continue to work hard to update, and I hope everyone will read the latest chapters more often. It is really important to catch up now.
You can probably tell that the pace of this book is a bit slow. For example, this chapter barely talks about anything.
Actually, I want to make this world as full and real as possible, and expand things beyond the main plot. This way of writing is actually quite thankless. It takes 1.5 times longer to write a chapter than usual, and I will be scolded for being water after I finish writing (laughs)
But I still want to try it, just consider it as I have obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Maybe my level is not good enough, and my writing skills are not good enough. But I still want to try my best to lean towards the mysterious journey. I love this book so much.